Mischievous Glint | George Weasley

Chapter 31

A few days ago, Hermione and I arrived at the Burrow and waited for Harry. Fred and George dropped out of Hogwarts and started their own business. We were suppose to go visit it with Harry.

"I'm gonna go brush my teeth then you can go after me." Hermione said as we both changed into our robes to get ready for bed.

"Alright." I nodded and sat on the room waiting.

Then I heard mention of Harry from downstairs.

"Harry? Did someone say Harry?" Ron asked looking down from the stairs.

"Me, nosy. Is he up there with you?" Ginny asked.

"Course not. Think I'd know if my best friend was in my room, wouldn't I?" He replied.

"Is it just me or everyone else heard an owl?" I opened my door and looked down at Ginny.

Then another door opened revealing Hermione in a robe with a toothbrush in hand.

"Harry's. Haven't seen him, have you?" Ginny asked.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really." Harry's voice was heard as we all sprinted down.

Harry was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Ginny gave Harry a great grinning hug. There was something oddly charged in the moment, a surprise to both of them.
One by one we hugged him.

"But why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Molly asked and hugged him lovingly as always.

"Didn't know." He shrugged. "Dumbledore."

"That man. But then, what would we do without him?" She said.

I saw Ron lifted his hand hesitantly pointing at Hermione's chin. She retracted her neck.

"You've a bit of..." He gestured to the stray lace of toothpaste on Hermione's chin. Quickly she wiped it off, and gave him an odd look. I internally grinned at them.

We went upstairs in the room and The Daily Prophet tumbled within a makeshift campfire of blue flames, but didn't disintegrate. Harry teased the fire with the tip of his wand. The news 'where's the chosen one' written and it mingled with Draco's haunted face in the flames.

"When'd you both get here?" Harry asked me and Hermione.

"A few days ago." I replied.

"Same. Though... or a bit, I wasn't sure I was coming." Hermione added.

Harry looked up and saw her glancing at Ron.

"Mum sort of lost it last week. Said Ginny and I had no business going back to Hogwarts. That it's too dangerous." Ron mumbled.

"Oh come on..." Harry breathed.

"She's not alone. Even my parents and they're Muggles, they know something bad is happening." Hermione added.

Harry looked at me to hear about mine.

"You know about my parents. They're Aurors and mostly not home. So, they thought it'd be good for me to stay here since they trust Molly and Arthur." I finished.

"Anyway, dad stepped in, told her she was being barmy. Took a day or two, but she came round." Ron continued.

"But we're talking about Hogwarts. Dumbledore. What could be safer?" Harry asked as we exchange another glance.

"There's been a lot of chatter lately. That he's gotten... old." Hermione reluctantly stated.

"Rubbish. He's only what?"

"A hundred and fifty." I replied. "Give or take a few years."

There was a short silence. Then we broke out laughing and grew quiet again. Harry took another poke at the Prophet. Draco's haunted face appeared briefly, then was gone.